novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- wine, oh greetings from outer space, or something kind of like it. up here, in the woods & mountains there are lots of stars and you kind of think that maybe this planet is just one big ol' spaceship (it's name could be Old Blue?) and we all just careening though the sky. grapes are everywhere, in my face on my hands in my hair. it's like swimming in the real fruit bottom of the yoghurt cup. -my brother 8:43 am - 09.18.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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